SUPERNOVA*

Monday, November 07, 2005

Someone CLUE ME IN

I don't UNDERSTAND how the fuck my mother has made it through 51 years of life. Honestly.

All she ever does is tell me how inconciderate I am, how I never think of anyone but myself (which is a complete crock of shit, if anything my problem is I deal with everyone esle before I deal with myself). All she EVER does is tell me how awful I treat her!

And yet, she can't do the ONE simple thing I ask her? Is it so fucking impossible to pick up a god damn phone and call me before she comes home because UH HELLO we need tollietpaper.

She even said "oh don't give me the list now, I'll forget it after Bunko, I'll call you"

Does she call?

Does she bring home tolietpaper?

NO.

What does she bring home from the store? Ickly oatmeal cookies and a two liter thing of Diet Coke.

And I'm the unfeeling heartless bitch?

Someone explain this to me because I do not understand what the FUCK goes through her god damn head! I don't get it!

In other news they're not going to operate on the cyst yet but she's stuck me back on Zoloft because apprently not eating regularly and not giving two shits about the things that used to matter mean you're going to slit your wrists or throw yourself off a bridge.

OH and goodie goodie gumdrops, the only OBGYN they could get me into is a man.

I don't care if he's a professional. It's still a man looking at my Noni.

I don't deal well with men ANYWAY.

Ugh.

And you know the more I think about what Emrys said last night the more it bothers me. He was completely out of line. And while I might be an utter bitch, I am never an utter bitch to the people who matter, to the people I care about. So that tells me he doesn't give two shits about what he says or does to upset people.

Not that I didn't already know that after what he did to Tallie.

It however bothers me greatly.

UGH.

I am so sick of this crap. I am sick of my life. I am sick of the majoirty of people in my life. I am SICK of pretending I'm not sick of the fuckheads I have to spend time with.

The only way this could be worse is if Bryan started calling again.

Oh speak of the devil. *deletes Bryan's annoying pleading message from machine.* NOW do you see why I screen my calls Ari?

Between dumbfuck and bill collecters looking for Mom. GAH I hate my phone.

Before anyone tells me Im being a Queen and overracting, I am PERFECTLY aware of it. AND I DONT CARE.

ARGH!

xoxo SJ at 10:20 PM.

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